2025年01月08日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 682nd. week

Of a cutlassfish, like small bones, scolded I am.
On their big fight, ether win or lose, a day of the enrollment.
As his parting presents, the last one of all, became a mushroom cloud.
Goodbye for ever, even a ghost, giving him a wave.
By a stylus writing, the sounds over there, the water is boiling.

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